Rachelle Logan pulled off her black robe and lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She hadn't been feeling well all day, and so Garfield had offered to get the kids into bed for her so she could relax for a while. The kittens were curled up at her feet, all played out for the moment, and she finally had the silence she had been longing for since Karen's call a few hours earlier. Rachelle hadn't told her husband the news yet – she hadn't had a chance to – but she knew she was going to have to soon. This was a potential problem, and it had to be resolved carefully.

She thought back to her conversation with Garfield only days before.

"Are you sure we should be enrolling them in a new school?" he had asked, "I mean, they won't know anybody, and they're comfortable in this neighborhood, this school. If we move now…"

"Garfield," Rachelle had sighed, "We have to move, and you know it."

"I know, but they aren't going to know anybody, and neither are we for that matter! What about your friends next door?"

"What friends?"

"Okay, my friends, but still!"

They had gone on like this for a while, but neither of them had even considered that this new school might be the same one as the Stone kids were going to. And what about Rick? She wasn't sure if Karen was going to tell him or not – but she certainly wasn't. He had a certain knack for… overreacting. He wasn't going to take this well at all.

As she lay there, fidgeting with the wedding ring on her hand, she started to grow tired. Though she had been planning to wait for Garfield to come back, she found herself yawning, and soon drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

"Hey, Rachelle?" A gentle hand on her shoulder roused her from her dreams, "Rachelle, babe, wake up." She opened her eyes slowly and found herself staring into the green ones of her husband.

"Is it morning already?" she asked sleepily, sitting up.

Garfield shook his head. "Not quite," he said, "but, uh…"A weird look crossed his face, and Rachelle realized that he was staring at her.

"What's wrong?" she asked warily, her hand instinctively reaching to brush her shoulder length hair back behind her ear. Garfield's own hand shot out and stopped hers where it was. He gently lifted it so she could see.

"I think your ring broke." Rachelle's eyebrows rose, her hand was much paler than usual, and she pulled away from Garfield and grabbed a lock of her hair. Purple.

"Great," she said, sighing softly, "It must have flickered off when I was playing with it." Garfield nodded, "Well," he said, "No harm done. Good thing I was the one who found you. I can't imagine what the kids would've done."

"Don't even imagine."

"Good idea." Garfield got off of the bed and went over to his dresser, pulling open the top drawer and rummaging around for a moment, "Thankfully, I got Cy to make us a few extras just in case." Finding what he was searching for, he turned back to his wife and sat down beside her again, handing her the small silver band in his fist. Rachelle stared at it for a moment, not saying anything, but then nodded and slipped it onto her ring finger.

Her pale skin instantly melted away into a more ordinary colour, and her hair changed to a dark chestnut. Though she couldn't see it herself, she knew her eyes had changed to brown as well, and the chakra gem on her forehead faded completely.

Garfield smiled at her, "There ya go," he said happily, "now you look like you." Rachelle tried to smile back, but failed and instead lay back again on the bed. Her husband's smile immediately gave way to concern.

"Are you alright?" he asked, leaning over her. Rachelle nodded.

"I'm fine," she replied slowly, trying to draw it out as best as she could, "But … I have bad news." The concern on Garfield's face grew more concentrated.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, I got a call from Karen Stone this afternoon…"

"So," Garfield still sat on the bed across from Rachelle, who was sitting up again, "what you're saying is that our kids are in the same school as Cy – er – Victor's?" she nodded, and he shook his head, "Great. Rob's not gonna be happy, is he?"

"I'm not too happy about it myself, Garfield." Rachelle said, "This shouldn't have happened."

"Yeah … but it did. We can't really do anything about it now can we?"

"No, but…"

"Rachelle." Garfield looked over at his wife, and their eyes met, "Are you sure we can't just tell them?" Rachelle took a deep breath before answering,

"Yes I'm sure," she said, keeping her eyes locked on his, "We may still have villains after us, Gar, we can't scare the kids with that. And what if they consider it bragging rights? The whole town would know who we were – including those who shouldn't. This needs to stay a secret."

"Yeah, but … I mean … it's been fifteen years Rachelle! Don't you think if someone was coming after us, they'd've shown up by now?"

"Not Slade."

"Dude, Slade is dead."

"He's been dead before, Garfield – it hasn't stopped him yet." This was met by silence – both knew she was right. After a minute or two, Garfield sighed and stood up,

"You're right," he said softly, "it's not safe. This has to be kept a secret – for our children's sake." She nodded, her eyes sad, and he leaned over. He gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek before turning again and leaving the room.

Rachelle stared at the door for long minutes after he disappeared through it, lost in thought. She must've fallen asleep that way, because the next thing she felt was Garfield's strong arms lifting her and tucking her into the covers of their bed.